Goals

I shall try some deliberate ways to hell

Just to prevent me ending up in heaven.

I can try walking backward

Everytime when the road is struggling to stretch and aim ahead.

I can sleep till the death interfere.

torture

I cant tell you what I want to tell.
I am dumb .
I fear the boundary where it ends.
It could be a hill or abyss,
nothing,
or something in between many things.

I hide my voice.
I hide my expressions.
I wear a mask,
And I am always submissive,
willing to jump or fly
as per the situational commands.
I shall let the blood out of my veins,
fill the empty spaces with water,
and pretend as 'liberated'.

options

press under the feet or explore.

both options lie on the same road.

what that change with time
is the end result.

destinations

I have seen many rains,
giggling and laughing ,
while coming down
over the ocean,
teasing it for its inability  to fall or fly.

They too end ,
by joining another wave
who fails hopelessly
while rising ambitiously
to reach and hold the sky.

circle

The point started walking,
 aimless and alone,
 untill it met itself back
 at the beginning.

 Then someone called it a circle.
 but it was just a poor soul
 trapped inside its own self !